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THOMAS A'BECKET. 



A HISTORICAL DRAMA, 



IN THREE ACTS. 



BY PAUL BLECKLEY. 



ATLANTA, GEORGIA. 
Economical Book and Job Printing House 

V. p. SISSON & CO., PROPRIETORS. 
1873- 



Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1 873, by 
PAUL BLECKLEY, 

in the office of the Lil)rarian of Congress, at Washington. 



THOMAS A'BECKET. 



A HISTORICAL DRAMA. 



IN THREE ACTS. 



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BY PAUL BLECKLEY. 



V^CCPYRirHT 'r 
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ATLANTA, GEORGIA. 
Economical Book and Job Printing House, 

V. p. SISSON & CO., PROPRIETORS. 

1873- 






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BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE. 



Readers of these pages will probably become enough inter- 
ested in the writer, to make the following information concern- 
ing him acceptable. 

He was born in Atlanta, November 14th, 1859. 

In his eighth year he read some of the plays of Shakspeare, 
beginning with Macbeth. Before he was eleven he had read 
them all except one, and knew several so accurately, that on 
hearing any extract from them, even if no more than a line or 
two, he could instantly refer it to the proper play, act and 
scene, and name the character speaking, the one addressed, and 
all others present on the occasion. All the acts, scenes, and 
characters in Macbeth, Hamlet, Lear, Othello, Richard III, 
Henry IV, and perhaps some others, were so familiar to him 
that he could specify the several entrances and exits, in due 
order, from beginning to end. 

Many of these details have, by degrees, disengaged them- 
selves from his memory ; but he still retains a striking command 
over the general sense and substance of Shakspeare. 

He has studied the works of no other dramatist, as a whole, 
but has read, first and last, with more or less attention, quite a 
number of miscellaneous plays. 

He has witnessed some good acting, but not very much, 
never having visited a theatre elsewhere than in Atlanta. He 
saw Forrest four nights; next to whom, the best representatives 
of dramatic art known to him, are Buchanan, Barrett, Jefferson, 
Janauschek, Mrs. Bowers, and Charlotte Thompson. 

He reads with average relish, but is no book worm. In the 
ordinary sports and past-times of children he takes a free and 
fresh delight; and evinces, at all times, a healthy repugnance to 
severe mental labor. Learning and wisdom are less attractive 
to him than ball and marbles. Indeed, he is, as befits his age, 
a child. 

L. E. BLECKLEY. 

November loth, 1873. 



DRAMATIS PERSONS. 



Henry II, King of England. 

Thomas A' Becket, Archbishop of Canterbeny 

Archbishop of York. 

Reginald Fitz Urse, 

William de Tragi, 

RiGHARD LeBrITO, 



Norman Barons. 

Followers of King Henry, and 

Murderers of A' Becket. 



Hugh de Morville, 

Edward Grim, Cross Bearer. 

Page. 

Bishops, Monks, Lords, Revellers, and Attendants 



Scene. — Sometimes in England ; 
Sometimes in France. 



THOMAS A'BECKET. 



ACT I. 

Scene I. — France. Within the Abbey of Columbe, An An- 
techamber. 

Enter Reginald Fitz Urse, Richard LeBrito, Hugh 
DE Morville and William de Tragi, ushered in by a 
Page. 

F'' Urse. Didst tell the Archbishop we were in waiting for 
him ? 

Page. Ay, sir, 

de Ti-aci. And may M^e see him now ? 

Page. By the next clock. 

Le Brito. We are Ambassadors from England : — Go, boy, 
and tell him so. 

Page. Sir, I will. \^Exit. 

de Morville. What course shall we pursue to move to con- 
descension or bow the neck of this stern man ? — which of the 
two, or force or gentleness ? 

F'' Urse. What, in the name of Heaven, means't thou by 
gentleness ! Expectest thou, then, to see this haughty prelate 
fondle thee and pet thee without the help of fear ? 

Le Brito. — Force, by all means. 

de Traci. Not so hasty. Do ye think fear to have a seat in 
the heart of a man whom, it is but too plain, all England can- 
not conquer ? Ye know him to be a priest ; he pretends to 
worship God — the only just and great God, — but never believe 



THOMAS A'BECKET. 5 

there are not other gods who share, in him, an equal place with 
the Almighty. The first, (Haughtiness) Kings only should 
adore ; the second (Ambition), befits not any priest ; the third, 
too godlike to be confounded with the others, is true Patriotism : 
at this point only is he weak, for he indeed does love his coun- 
try ; and for England's sake he may go back to England. 
Peace ! here he comes. 

Enter Thomas A'Becket. 

Bccket. Sirs, hearing that you did await my presence, I do 
present myself to know your pleasures. 

de Morville. Most holy father, we come as suppliants in 
England's cause. 

F"" Urse. Suppliants ! What, heard you that ? He said sup- 
pliants ; upon my life, he did ! {Aside to de Traci.) 

de Tract. {^Aside to F^ Urse.) Peace! good countryman ; 'tis 
for the best. 

de Morville. Begging in my and thy King's name — 

Becket. My King ! The holy Church, sir, owns no King save 
the Pontiff Alexander. Back, then, to those that sent thee, and 
say so. 

de Morville. — That your Grace return to England and resume 
your greatness once again. 

Becket. Thomas A'Becket is greater here than elsewhere. 
There's no King here to lord o'er and limit the churches' priv- 
ilege. Here, one may humbly worship God, and that is all I 
ask. Greatness I ask not. Here I have freedom ; in England 
there is tyranny. 

F' Urse. {Aside to de Traci^ Oh, God I Shall we allow him 
to talk thus — abuse our King and country, and that before our 
very faces ? 

de Traci. Keep you quiet, Reginald, while I speak. {Ad- 
vancing toward the Archbishop and kneeling.) Reverend Sir, 
let Traci, on his knee, persuade thee come to England. 

Becket. This place befits one better who has been banished 
from country, home, and friends for seven long years. 
de Traci. O, good father — 



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Becket. Good ! Good ! That came not from thy heart, and I 
hate flatterers. 

de Trad. O, Sir, would'st come for Henry's sake ? 

Becket. No, not for Henry's : 'twas he that banished me. 

de Tract. Then, sir, for mine. 

Becket. I scarcely know thee. 

de Traci. Well, then, for England's, come. 

Becket. Sweet England ! \_Pauses in meditation. '\ Although 
o'ershadowed thou art with tyranny, yet, for thy dear, dear sake, 
will Becket come unto thee. Sirs, bear my best greeting, and, 
although he hath erred, my blessing, also, unto Henry, and tell 
him for the sake of Eiagland I will come. \_Exit. 

F'' Urse. ( To de Morville, ivho has been whispering to, and 
trying to quiet him.) Peace ! I can bear no more. [He draws 
and rushes after Becket, but is stopped by the others}^ 

de Traci. Stop, madman, for the love of Heaven ! What 
would'st thou do ? 

F^ Urse. [Struggling.) Teach that saucy monk his place. 

All. Come away with us. 

[Reginald suffers himself to be led off reluctantly. He casts 
uneasy glances at the door through which Becket has 
passed. Exeunt^ 



Scene II. — England. Flourish of trumpets. King Henry 
seated on his Throne in a magnificent Hall of Audience. 
Lords, Coi0-tiers and Attendants. 

King Henry. What'of the Lords to whom we did entrust our 
high commission to the Archbishop : have they yet returned ? 

First Lord. They do await thy summons to attend thee, good 
my Liege. 

King Henry. Call them in. \_Exit Lord. 

\_Re-enter Lord zuith Fitz Urse, de Traci, de Morville, 
and Le Brito. O, welcome home, my Lords. [ They kneel. 

de Traci. May Heaven's blessing light upon our gracious 
Sovereign's head ! We have done that which we were sent to 



THOMAS A'BECKKT. 7 

do, and hope our Liege will not be disappointed when we say 
we were successful. 

King Henry. Ha ! he will come ? 

de Tract. Ay, my Liege, directly. 

Kmg Henry. Leave me, Lords : we'll meet again to-mor- 
row, and due reward shall be given for this important service. 
^Exeunt Lords.'] I now need no attendance. Leave me ; I 
would be alone. \_Exeunt, all but King Henry. '\ 

What must be done ? The Archbishop's returning here to 
England will stir a rebellion 'mongst thfe people. — If I attempt 
to govern the Church he will oppose me. — If he oppose me, he 
is guilty of high treason, and should die for it. — He will not 
yield to the law. — One part of the people crying for his blood, 
the other defending every hair upon his head. — Thence angry 
division and widespread rebellion. O, would to Heaven that 
he had not returned ! I sent for him publickly that he might 
refuse, his answer be made public, and, so, quiet the people 
who clamor for his return. He must not reach the kingdom. 
He must die. But, how? The hand of some assassin. Where 
can the assassin be found ? In the person of Reginald Fitz 
Urse. He is a bold and desperate knight, and bears A'Becket 
hard, and loves me. It may be that he will deal the saving 
blow. Yes, thus must he perish. \^Going — Turning back.'] 
Soft ! This course will be too bloody, too desperate, for a King 
to take. What shall I do ? Let me see ! Let me see ! ! I 
have It. I'll meet him ere he reaches London, and, putting off 
all show of fear, force him to swear to certain conditions which 
I will, myself, dictate. 

Becket refuse not, nor be too high. 

For if thou dost, then, shalt thou surely die. 

\_Exit. 



8 THOMAS A'bECKET. 

Scene III. — Fields in the Coimby, near the Highway. 
Enter THOMAS A'Becket, speaking off as he enters. 

Becket. Lead my horse along the road. I, for a league or so, 
will walk through the fields. Meet me at the turn of the lane ; 
I will be there before thee. 

Nature seems to have put on her most beauteous look to 
welcome me to England. Would that the men would look so 
happy at the sight of me. But what said the Lords who did 
entreat my presence here again ? " Come for England's sake." 
Why England's if not for the sake of her people ? What's 
England without her people ? Nothing. Yes, iny country. 
And what's my country without my countrymen ? Why, noth- 
ing. Then, coming for England's sake, I come for the sake of 
the English people. If for them I come, why should I fear 
them ? Why, 'tis a groundless fear and shall be banished. 
What ! Do my eyes deceive me ? 'Tis the King ! Now, 
Becket, summon all thy courage up, and let thy haughty spirit 
permit thee not to bend a knee before him. 

Enter King Henry and Train. 

King Henry. I bow me to the minister of God, begging 
thy blessing, and offering my humble thanks for thy return to 
England. 

Becket. What ! Shall the Archbishop of Canterberry bless a 
second time one who is under a sentence of excommunication ? 
Prove thyself worthy for it to be removed, and then sue for my 
blessing. 

King Henry. My lord Archbishop, we ourself, Henry, lawful 
King of England, come not here to sue, as we at first thought 
fit to say, for any old priest's blessing. We come not to bring 
thee with pomp and rejoicing to our Capital, but to find how 
absence hath altered thy haughty spirit, and to know whether 
to reckon thee now 'mongst friends or foes. Answer me : — 



THOMAS A'bECKET. 9 

Art thou, as formerly, a disloyal traitor, or a loyal subject to 
Henry, King of England. 

Becket. Neither. I am no traitor to my country, nor do I 
own a King save the King of Kings — the Prince of the Church, 
the Holy Pope of Rome. 

King Henry. Archbishop, thy haughty neck must, for this 
once, bow to our sovereign will. Read this and sign it, or thy 
head and lands shall pay the forfeit of thy disobedience. But 
if thou signs't, thou shalt surely then remain unmolested in our 
realm. Therefore, sign, and swear to bide the same in all the 
time to come. 

Becket. {Reading.) First, the excommunication from the 
head of King Hem^y shall he removed : Secondly, the exc&m- 
munication from all the loyal Bishops shall he taken off : 
Thirdly, all monks and priests who commit any crime shall 
he surrendeyed for punishment, according to the Constitiitions 
of Clarendon, without reservation. 

The loss of honor shall never buy life for the primate of all 
England. 

King Henry. Then shall thy priests' heads keep company 
with thine. London shall see them roll in the dust. 

Becket. [Aside.) Becket would willingly die to save his 
name from such dishonor. But the monks, alas ! For the sake 
of the Church the degrading terms must be accepted. 

King Heujy. Thine answer. Lord Archbishop, — yea, or 
nay ? 

Becket. Henry, now mark me, and remember, too, that not 
for my own sake, but theirs whose lives are threatened by thy 
barbarous use of power, do I consent to sign. 

King Henry. {To an attendant.) Bring the pen. \_The 
pen is presented, and Becket signs.'] Now, come A'Becket, lets 
away toward London. 

Becket. No. Go thou on, and I will follow. 

King Henry. Well, Becket, now thou art reasonable and 
mild ; we'll meet in London and be reconciled. 
I \_Exeunt /ung Henry and Train. 

Becket. Never, in my soul ; though for the sake of the 



10 THOMAS A'BECKET. 

Church and England, perhaps, my outward self may play the 
traitor to my inward feelings. 

Henry, Thomas A'Becket, once again in power, will show 
his true soul, much unto thy cost. \_Exit. 



ACT II. 

Scene I. Canterbeny. A Room in the Archbishof s Palace. 
A'Becket and Edward Grim. 

Becket. Nay, Edward, urge me not. To the Constitutions of 
Clarendon I never will submit. Is't not better, striking a final 
stroke, to die, than to drag out a miserable existence in dis- 
grace ? Must the Saxon lion be subdued, and trampled upon, 
by the ignoble Normans ? Shall I suffer them to say, the Saxon 
slave has at last submitted to his masters ? Heard I such M'ords 
from a base Norman's lips, priest though I am, I'd strike him to 
my feet, though 'twere the King himself I swore to observe the 
laws which at Clarendon were made. It was a wicked oath, 
but have I not atoned for it ? Did I not suffer self-inflicted 
penance till the Holy Pope granted me absolution ? To-day I 
hold the usual evening vespers, but no usual vespers will I cel- 
ebrate. No, such a spectacle has not been witnessed for ages 
as shall this day be seen. The people shall behold me excom- 
municate Bishops by scores. All that adhere to Henry shall be 
cursed. Besides, I'll write to him — tell him his constitutions 
are accepted only on the condition, Salvo honorc Dei. He 
shall hear that I am not the base poltroon he thinks me, to be 
conquered by so much breath as was expended in the vain 
threat, " Thine and thy priests heads shall be forfeited." I ivill 
be triumphant ; not all the Kings in Christendom shall hinder. 

Grim. My Lord, I pray thee, take not this rash step. Con- 
sider but his power. 



THOMAS a'BECKET. H 

Becket. Base churl, think'st thou I fear him ? 

G)-wi. No, my Lord, but— 

Becket. Thou knowest my heart — knowest there's no measure 
I'd not take to thwart King Henry and to free the Church. 
Why shoulds't restrain me, knowing as thou dost, that by thus 
acting I win fame for both myself and thee. Grim, there is 
one secret I have kept from thee I would fain have thee know. 
My object in the early part of life, was to become what I now 
am ; and that secured, I now must triumph or must die a mar- 
tyr. Think on't. Grim, a glorious Saxon martyr, or else a glo- 
rious victor ! Who are these that come ? 

\^Enter Monks and Bishops : the latter kneel at the foot of 
the Archbishop's chair; the former, directly behind them.'\ 

My ever faithful friends and servants, what 
would you have ? 

An old Bishop. Most gracious, holy, good, and noble Lord, 
it is a boon we ask. 

Becket. It needs no naming ere 'tis granted. 

Bishop. It is, my Lord, that the condition, " Salvo honore 
DeV- be not spoke on when the Constitutions of Clarendon 
are named to the King. For ourselves we ask not, but for thy 
own sake request, my Lord, that thou wilt heed our prayer. 

Becket. In all things else ye shall command me. As for 
this, my answer is, that I never will be guilty of surrendering 
the Church's rights unto a tyrant. \_Bell rings.~\ Hark ! the 
Cathedral bells announce the hour for vespers. Come — come, 
and let's to worship. \_Exit. 

Grim. There's no checking him. The King will fall into a 
rage when he hears this, and I fear to think what it may end 
in. \_Exeunt. 



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Scene II. — Normandy — the city of Rouen. A Banqueting 
Hall iJi King Henry's Palace. King Henry seated on a 
Throtie. FiTZ Urse, LeBrito, de Morville, de Tragi, 
Lords, Revellers, Attendants, &^c. 
Several Bishops enter, and kneel at the foot of the Throne. 

King Henry. Rise, If from your brows your hearts be 
judged, the news you bear is any thing but pleasant. 

Archbishop of York. My Lord, we come bearing disgrace 
along with us. Thou behold'st not Bishops invested with their 
rights of office, but excommunicated, yea, cursed and ruined 
men ; by act of him, the wily Saxon, whom thou did'st appoint 
above thy gentle Norman followers. He, on his return, did 
tell the people he had come to die among them, and swore he 
would not consent to the Constitutions of Clarendon without 
the reservation he so oft has named. Besides all this, he hinted 
that your majesty intended he should be murdered. Even now 
he hath confederates all over the country who are striving to 
rouse the Saxon churls against the Norman nobility. My Lord, 
must it be said that Normans did permit this ? Shall a Saxon 
prelate drive out the Norman churchmen from the Kingdom, 
revile the King in terms which it were blasphemy but to repeat, 
and, to crown all, stir up the people to a base rebellion ? 

King Henry. So ? Truly a sagacious plan ! He signs un- 
conditionally, and remains quiet whilst we remain in England. 
No sooner, however, do we set foot in Normandy than, like a 
volcano he bursts out again to do more mischief. Leave me 
now awhile; your griefs shall be remembered. 

\^Exeu7it Bishops. 

By the Light of Day ! I'll not be crossed thus by this rascal 
priest. I'll make him answer for it. Alas ! I know not what I 
say. Unhappy am I, though a King. If pomp were happiness, 
then would I have it to its full extent. My train, for number, 
can not be surpassed by all of Europe, but, alas ! there is a lack 
soul. Of all my numerous train there is not one would rid me 
of that shaveling. 



THOMAS A'BECKET. 13 

de Traci. My Lord, is't, then, your will — 

King Henry. My followers have no spirit ; therefore, my 
will is nought. 

F'' Urse. [Aside to de Traci.) Come, man, I see thou art thy 
country's — eh ? 

de Traci. Ay, in soul, and not without spirit ; for though the 
King but now lamented in us their want, he shall find that I 
have both. \_Exeunt de Traci and Fitz Urse. 

de Morville. [Aside to LeBrito.) See'st not they lead ? — then 
we must follow. [^Fxetait LeBrito and de Morville. 

King Henry. [Aside.) Thank Heaven, they're gone ! 
[Aloud.) My Lords, I thank you for your presence here to- 
night. Sorry I am that we were interrupted. But now 'tis 
late; we would fain rest ourself; and so. Good night to all. 

\_Exeunt all but King Henry. 

Becket, beware ! There was no good boded thee by the 
stern glances which those fierce Barons interchanged when 
they abruptly quit my presence. So I would have had it. Yet, 
I tremble for the consequences which this rash act may bring 
about. The Pope must be appeased. But how ? After the 
Lords who rode away so hastily I'll send a messenger saying, I 
fear me they did not construe me rightly. When he arrives at 
the port of Calais they will have sailed foi England. On his 
return, another shall be dispatched with orders to follow them 
across the sea. When he on English soil does stand, their 
deed will then be some days old. The Pope's wrath turns not 
upon me but them, and I no blame incur. Thus I will reap a 
harvest from an act which will my eager agents ruin. \_Exit. 



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ACT III. 

Scene I. Ganterberry. A Boom in the Archbishop's Pal- 
ace. A'Becket, G-rim, and other monks attending. 

Becket. He said there was danger — said he would have had 
me fly from Canterberry ere yesternight set in ? 

Orim. Ay, my Lord, so said he. 

I have a pi-esentiment of ill which sits most heavily upon my 
heart. O, be not angry, gentle sir ; for thee alone I fear. 

Becket. Then thou fearest for one who fears not for himself. 

Some one approaches ! In each face I read that which would 
free me from this life of bondage ! O, that this fatal day were 
at an end, and that I might rest in peace ! ! 

[Enter Fitz Urz, de Traci, de Moryille, and Le 
Brito. With folded arms they stand and stare at 
the Archbishoj). ] 

What would ye have ? 

F'' Urse. The loyal Bishops freed from the sentence of ex- 
communication which thou didst impose upon them ; and thee 
to answer for thy offences to the King. Deny us at thy peril ; 
we come not unprepared. 

Becket. The power of the Church h above the King. Is it 
for such as ye to threaten me ? If every sword in England 
were pointed toward my heart, e'en then I would not yield. 

F' Urse. Then, we'll do more than threaten. Priests, in 
safety keep him until we return, or ye shall suffer with him. 
Comrades come. [Exeunt Barons. 

Becket. {Qdling after them.) What ! Think ye I would 
fly ! And from you ! ! Here, here, here, shall ye find me ! ! ! 

These are the hands, but Henry is the heart ; these, the in- 
struments — Henry's the mind that will direct their blows. 

Orim. O, my good Lord, fly through the secret passage to 
the Church. There, in that sacred refuge, thou mayest abide 
in safety. 



THOMAS a'BECKET. 15 

Becket. I fear them not, and therefore will not fly. [ Voices 
heard singing in the distance.] My brother monks I hear 
singing the evensong. For that, and for no reason else, will I 
go, my duty, at such time, binding me to join them. [Exit. 

Grim. Go, you, — make fast the gate; I'll after him. 'Tis 
meet we keep them out, though 'tis against his will. 

[Exetnif. Noise of beating at the gate outside. Then 
enter Fitz Urse, de Teaci, de Morville, and Le 
Brito, armed.] 

F'' Urse. The villain monks have shut the gate and hid 
him somewhere. Had we not found the window in the gar- 
den wall, then we had hacked till night upon the gate ere we 
could force an entrance. 

de Traci. I hear the monks singing in the Cathedral, 'Tis 
not unlikely he may be there among them. Come, then, and 
let's go in. 



Scene II. — The interior of Canterherry Gathedred. Almost 
dark. A light from a small door on the left throws a gleam 
on the Altar. The singing of the monks hm been continued 
since it commenced. It ceases as the scene changes. 

A'Becket and Monks are discovered., Grim bearing the Cross 
before the Archbishop., who stands on the dark part of the 
stage. 

Grim. Permit us, at the least, to bar the door, that there they 
may not enter; for, by their hasty approach, methinks they will 
respect nor shrine nor holy image. 

Becket. No, Grim, it is no fortress, but the house of God, 
under whose roof we stand. 

Unter Fitz Urse through door on left. 
F^ Urse. [Speaking as he enters. ] Follow me, loyal servants 
of the King. 

[Enter de Tragi, de Morville, and Le Brito. 
Exeunt in haste all the Monks., except Grim, crying., 
Fly! Fly! Help! Murder! &c. 
Where is the traitor ? [A pause. ] 



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de TracL Where is the Archbishop ? 

Becket. [^Coming out of the gloom.'] I am here. 

de Traci. Thou hast destroyed the peace of the King, our 
royal master. Either fly the Kingdom, or come with us and 
answer to him for all that thou hast done. 

Becket. No ! Never ! Nor will I stir one foot from where 
I stand though I be murdered. 

F'' Urse. Away with him ! We may not kill him here. 
\_He tries to force the ArchMshop away, v^lw clings to the altar 
rails. ] 

Becket. Coward ! — Villain ! — Dog ! Thus to assault a priest ! 
Were I the good knight which in times past I have been, and 
wore the sword which I was wont to wear, I'd teach thee, vil- 
lain, how to use me thus ! 

F^ Urse. Say'st thou so ? Then die ! [Strikes at Ms head.] 

Gri'in. I'm the first victim to this work of Hell. [Throics 
Jmmelf between them; receices the blow., and dies.] 

Becket. Thrice noble Grim ! Thou showest thyself better by 
thy death than e'er in all thy life thou did'st appear. [Leaning 
over him.] Take thou my blessing ere I do depart this life to 
join thee ! 

de Traci. Hold, Reginald ! Do but consider. He's at the 
very altar ! 

F' Urse. [Striking him with the flat of his sicord.] Fly, 
priest, fly ! 

Becket. Nay. Here or nowhere shall ye murder me ! 

Le Brito. [Strikes him on the head icith a mace. lie falls 
to his knees.] 

Becket. Father ! into Thy keeping I commend my spirit ! ! 

[His hands are clasped ; his eyes turn upward with a steadfast 
gaze ; he is stabbed by the others ; falls and dies. 

All. Thus perish all the foes to the gentle Normans, 
F'' Urse. So may the Normans reign, and Saxon dogs no 
longer know such greatness. [Exeunt. 



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